Chapter 175
The sound of "Lanlan" made He Tinglan's face blush even deeper.
His eyes were thoughtful.
Before, when he stopped talking about bow ties, his life was perfectly comfortable, and the source of all his comfort and happiness was the woman in front of him.
Children are easily fooled, but they are also easily convinced when they learn the truth.
However, Song Yue couldn't understand Ling Wu's hidden meaning. She only breathed a slight sigh of relief after seeing Ling Wu and He Tinglan return to their seats without saying a word.
A hint of disdain arose in my heart.
Duan Lingwu used to be meticulous in everything, but when she was with the young ladies and masters, she always said "I'm not tired" and "It's okay", hoping that the children could see anything.
Duan Lingwu's words are now more profound, but what's the use? What can a child understand?
Judging from the young master's cold face, doesn't he still dislike her?
As for the bow tie, she could just make up a lie when she was putting the young master to bed that night and that would be the end of it.
Little did she know that He Tinglan, sitting in his seat, had been watching her out of the corner of his eye the whole time.
Seeing Song Yue's disdainful expression, He Tinglan's eyes darkened slightly, and then she turned her gaze to Ling Wu.
But after receiving only a cold look from Ling Wu, He Tinglan tightened his grip under the table.
If it's really as she said.
She certainly wouldn't interfere in the loving relationship between her father and that so-called mother.
Even after arriving here, she has been taking care of him and Yaoyao, and indeed has no time to interact with her father.
Moreover, her father had always been indifferent to her.
so……
Aunt Song, who always says she loves the young master and young lady the most, how many of her words are true?
"Your wife doesn't love you." "Your husband doesn't spend time with you because of this family."
And, according to her, her so-called biological mother was also forced to leave...
Were they really forced to leave?
He Tinglan remained silent, but He Tingyao kept praising him with her small mouth:
"Mom looks so beautiful today!"
"Mommy, can I give Yaoyao a goodnight kiss tonight?"
"Mom, when can you send Yaoyao to school? Yaoyao wants to introduce you to her friends!"
"Mommy, this dress is so pretty! It looks even better on you!"
"..."
Ling Wu would occasionally respond to her, which would make He Tingyao excitedly chatter on and on, wishing she could coax Ling Wu into being overjoyed.
Song Yue felt a pang of heartache watching this, but unlike before, she didn't dare to interrupt.
After a few words of praise, He Tingyao became more and more familiar with the relationship, and a vague idea began to take shape in her mind that "a mother should be pampered by everyone."
Time is slowly passing by.
Knowing what kind of person He Cheng was, Ling Wu ate a cup of almond milk but wasn't hungry.
But the two children were starving.
"Gurgle~"
He Tinglan clutched her stomach, her face turning completely red from her ears to her neck!
At this moment, Ling Wu glanced at the sky and said calmly, "He Cheng has always been like this. He won't go home until the food is completely cold. For five years, I've waited for him like this every day."
As she finished speaking, Jiang Du, who was standing behind Ling Wu, had a slight glint in his eyes, but he lowered his gaze to hide the bitterness and heartache in them.
The other servants also thought back carefully, and in their hearts they could only think that the lady was very affectionate.
Over the course of a week, they became increasingly convinced that the husband was unworthy of the wife's good intentions.
He Tingyao and He Tinglan, clutching their stomachs, were too embarrassed to ask for food.
After all, Mom has been living like this for five years.
So what if they only do it this once?
Lingwu lowered her head, her long hair slipping down her shoulders, adding to her fragility.
A small section of her long hair lay obediently on her shoulder. She gave a self-deprecating smile, then looked at the table full of delicious dishes and said, "You two eat first, it'll get cold and it's not good for your stomachs."
These caring words had been said thousands of times before, but none had ever moved He Tingyao as much as they had today.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, and her voice was firm: "I'll go with Mom!"
He Tinglan pursed his lips, his expression unreadable, but he said coldly, "I'm not hungry yet."
Then came a loud "gurgle" from his stomach, giving him away.
He sat stiffly in the chair, as if his brain had been ripped out.
For some reason, he inexplicably felt a sense of intimacy towards Ling Wu.
It was as if everything fell into place naturally after that hurdle was overcome.
It was late at night when a car finally appeared outside the villa.
The man, dressed in a sharp suit, stepped out of the car with his long, straight legs.
Song Yue, whose nose was running from the chill of the early spring night wind, hurried forward and said in a gentle voice, "Sir, you're back."
He Cheng frowned when his gaze fell on the clear liquid under Song Yue's nose.
His handsome face was now contorted with disgust. "Who are you? Is this the kind of servant Duan Lingwu hired for the He family? Where is Jiang Du?"
Because she had been kicked out, Song Yue was filled with resentment, but He Cheng's words at this moment were like a bolt from the blue!
Upon seeing this, He Cheng's brows furrowed even more.
"I'm asking you a question."
Song Yue regained her senses and said, "Sir, I... I am Song Yue."
He Cheng found the name somewhat familiar, but his face still showed impatience.
His brows furrowed slightly, his handsome face taut with tension.
If it weren't for Banban's two children, he wouldn't want to come back to this home at all, so he was extremely annoyed at this moment!
Song Yue noticed his agitation and quickly replied, "I was with Miss Banban when she was still alive. Butler Jiang... he's still serving Madam in the restaurant!"
He Cheng's brows furrowed even more, and after glancing at Song Yue, his face showed a hint of disgust.
He's good in every way except for his poor judgment of people.
First, there was that irresponsible father of Tinglan and Tingyao, and then there was this servant who, despite all these years, doesn't understand manners and is also unclean...
Thinking of this, and after seeing the transparent area under Song Yue's nose, his filter on her also lessened a bit.
"Jiang Du is serving the Madam? Ha, Duan Lingwu already has enough servants, now even Jiang Du has to serve her personally?" He Cheng said coldly.
Song Yue, however, seemed to have found her pillar of support and recounted Ling Wu's actions over the past week in a distorted and exaggerated manner.
Once again, the lady spends money like water, squandering the He family's wealth, and is always being pretentious, causing headaches all day long, making a scene and disrupting the peace of the household.
She also considered that He Cheng cared most about his son and daughter, so she emphasized her words:
"Madam doesn't care about the young master and young lady at all! Every time they talk to her, she ignores them! Now, every night before bed, the young master and young lady can't sleep because they feel wronged. They even ask me if they did something wrong, otherwise why is Madam ignoring them..."
She kept talking, but didn't see the figure standing at the villa's front gate.
The villa was brightly lit, but He Cheng was backlit and couldn't see the faces of the three people clearly; he could only make out their figures.
The woman had a graceful figure, her slightly wavy hair resembling deep-sea waves. She was holding the hands of two children, one wearing a tutu and the other a little suit.
It's obvious that these are the "woman who makes a fuss over nothing" and the "young master and young lady who suffer from emotional abuse" that Song Yue mentioned.
However, He Cheng rarely felt a sense of "home".
When he returned home, his wife and children were waiting for him at the door, and one of the lights in every house was left on for him.
But his words remained cold: "Duan Lingwu, what are you planning to do now?"
Song Yue followed behind He Cheng, her eyes filled with mockery and smugness.
As He Cheng approached, his gaze fell upon Ling Wu, and he paused slightly.
His low, husky voice, carried on the wind, reached everyone's ears:
"It's cold outside. What if you get sick?"
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